The Moment

It’s about life and death…
The moment my sister was born,
I was forgotten,
It hurt so bad,
To be forgotten,
All of a sudden I started thinking,
Some pretty bad stuff,
My life was turned around,
I was no longer the star of the house,
It seemed as if I were the trash instead,
My sister became the center of attention,
And I got into drugs,
I knew what I doing,
I couldn't quit,
Now I'm in the fires of Hell,
Cryin tears of death and pain,
I see my sister,
She's laughing her head off,
She's evil,
I see my parents comin to her room,
She's cryin now,
Her tears aren't real,
My parents sit down and cry to,
Suddenly I wish that I hadn't died,
But I can't change it.

By simone livowski
Published: 9/22/2006
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